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[peaceonearth]

The changes might be small and gradual but they're real. He's already made an impact on her and the way she treats people.

Teacher and student is a much sexier comparison. Fortunately for Sam (and for Ruby) that's something that won't change. She's better at expressing herself verbally than she used to be, but physical expression is always easier. She also thinks inappropriateness is mostly a human construct to keep other humans from feeling awkward and she's got little use for it. There's absolutely no reason for him to back off. In fact, she'll move one of her hands and grab his wrist, sliding his hand up underneath the hem of her shirt. How far he wants to go up is his call. Her hands go back to slip under his shirt and scratch lightly against his skin.

She's doing something wrong if it doesn't.

Damon is right about the hex bags. Sam and Ruby have ticked a person or two off in this place. It's easy to get lax here because everything is completely opposite their home world, not mention it's a slice of practically happy ever after for the Winchesters. In that case, Gracie will take the teasing and he's free to enjoy the cat-like behaviors. She has been a (crazy) cat lady for a few years so maybe it's rubbed off.

This is a conversation that Damon and Ruby have had before; hiding who and what you are sucks and there's little reason to do so in Itinere. This place rolls with weird like it's a typical Thursday.Damon, has it been mentioned that you're not funny? Or at least John doesn't think so. That's clear in his expression and body language though he doesn't make any move to threaten or strike at Damon. He's comfortable enough with this place's weird (and Dean's endorsement) that he'll hear this out.

Shhh, Damon. They're trying to calm down the hunter. In spite of everything going on, Damon's wink gets a bit of a blush out of Gracie (she should not be in this deep with him--and yet).

Honestly, Dean had meant it more in the 'he's like Ruby and not evil' than anything. Sorry, Damon. John tends to think of non-humans like animals instead of people. It's something that he's working on (you know since his son is in love with a non-human). John lowers his knife a little, slinking the slightest bit out of predator mode. "You're not a spirit." As far as he can tell, Damon is as solid as can be, but a spirit is the first thing he can think of that moves the way Damon did. His gaze goes from Damon to Gracie and back. This, whatever it is, isn't playing by the rules that John knows.

Dean grumbles and scrubs his hands over his face, not quite ready to leave John alone with Damon even if he knows Mary is a good influence on him and likely wouldn't let John attack without cause (and there's a good chance that this isn't a fight John could win, not unprepared). "Yeah...I might come back later with a biohazard suit."

John's attention is snagged for a moment by the secondary conversation here. "We're in a bookstore...in public."

Dean snorts. "Yeah. I can't leave them alone anywhere for more than five minutes," he assures John.

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She is making this harder than it has to be. And in another way quite literally harder. Human constructs are all Sam's ever known and feeling awkward about making out in a public bookshop goes hand in hand with everything he knows is right and wrong. He won't resist her hand taking his wrist nor the encouragement to brush his hand up against the bare skin of her thighs, but he brings himself to a stop when his thumb brushes over her panties. What's next is that this place isn't the right place for where things seem to be headed. When her nails scratching the surface of his skin it only makes it harder for him to come to that conclusion in real time. "Shouldn't we, uh, shouldn't we do this anywhere but here," he barely manages to say without breathlessness.

Of course he would love to have the sex with her. He could have never understood "right time, wrong place" more than he does in this moment.

It's easier than one would think. To get under someone's skin. John is being a prime example right this second. Maybe Damon's already done them a favor by reminding them how quickly it is to make the wrong impression or that being too lax is never good. They're unlikely friends in much the same way as her kitten and his crow.

The result of said conversation between Ruby and himself may have actually been one of the causes for his decision to no longer hide it. It goes without saying, really, that it is no fun being private party for one at the boarding house with no one to drink with. Some people have said that, others have laughed at his jokes before. Either way, he's not dissuaded by John's visible body language.

It's just words. John could grow up a little (but so could Damon). The one good thing in all this is it never fails to make Gracie blush (there's a number of reasons he could give her of why she shouldn't be in this deep--but he's happy with her too).

Some lines are harder to read between. The other explanation is that Damon also isn't used to others on the other team defending him. In any case, it goes a ways enough to see that they're ready to talk like regular folk when John lowers the knife. "No. Far better. Starts with a V, ends with an Ampire." Yes, Damon is aware of the differences in the rules between universes. Ruby may have let it slip what vampires and demons are capable in her world. Not much is different, but he could take some insult to being a spirit. This body is 100% his and original.

Is it not helpful that Damon spelled out what he was for everybody though? Ultimately it's Dean's choice what he does. Mary knows enough that it would be foolish to go unprepared into a fight they can't win and places her hand over the silver knife John has to encourage it to go down lower. She shakes her head when John's eyes look to hers, to share that this isn't their call.

Mary is also pulled into the secondary conversation, arches her eyebrows. Maybe she's been one that has been paying attention more but it is nothing new to find out that Sam and Ruby are making out where there shouldn't be.

"We have what we came for. Should we get them or leave." But she'd like it if they stayed together. It's up to a family vote.

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John is very, very good at getting under people's skin. Maybe he has, but John is withholding his opinion on Damon for the moment. Don't feel too bad, Damon. He's lived with Ruby under his roof for months now and he's still making up his mind about her. Personally, Dean likes Damon (and Gracie is pretty sure he knows her opinion of him).

Aww, she's glad she could help him come out of the closet. Gracie doesn't usually drink much at their private parties (or anywhere else) but she does party with Damon (and she likes the private part of it). Gracie is also glad that Damon doesn't hide who he is.

John could definitely loosen up, but he thinks he's plenty grown up. He's also plenty paranoid. (She wouldn't let him get those reasons out. Maybe she's in denial or maybe there aren't as many reasons for Gracie not to be in deep with Damon as he thinks there are. Time will tell).

Fair enough, but Damon has friends here and a fresh start whether he realizes it or not. John's eyes narrow and they go to Gracie looking for any obvious bite marks or signs that she needs help. Gracie winds her arm around Damon's waist in response, leaning against him (she's the same height as him in tennis shoes). He's met more than a few vampires and not all of them had seemed like bad people, but they all killed people and ruined lives (to be fair, the same could be said for John, Dean, and Ruby, depending on who you talk to). John looks to Dean and Dean shakes his head ever so slightly. Keep listening, John. "I guess you can get blood delivered here just like pizza."

Gracie feels like that's kind of a personal question, but maybe it is just like ordering pizza to Damon.

Very. Damon is a helper. Both Dean and Gracie relax a little more when Mary encourages John to put the knife down. He finally tucks it back in his jacket. If Mary and Dean are both comfortable enough with the way this thing is going, he'll force himself to be comfortable as well.

Mary probably is the one that's been paying more attention. Dean shakes his head. "I'll go talk to them. It's nothing I haven't seen." Because he bursts into rooms with closed doors.

Maybe she's making this exactly as hard as it needs to be. She also gets (and even agrees) that this isn't the place to have sex. It's a great place to make out though. Sam's decision gets a groaned "Yes," out of her. She sighs and lets her hand drop until her thumb catches in the back pocket of his jeans.

Ruby hears Dean coming their way and makes a decision. "Ok. Come on. Walk behind me. The apartment is just down the street," she responds as she leans in and kisses him hard one more time before turning on her toe and starting toward the door, her hand catching his as she starts toward the front door just as Dean comes around tahe corner. "I'm taking Sam to the apartment. I'll bring him home for dinner," she says loudly enough for everyone to hear.

They can have the sex and he can see their apartment, which he'll find is mostly unchanged from when he was sixteen. It does look more lived in now and Sam's things are scattered around the place.

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The last thing Sam was going to do was pull away from her when she took his hand last night. They couldn't get out of there fast enough. At their apartment, the feeling he got walking into it was the same one he got from their room in the bunker. His things and her things in one space gave him a clearer picture to how together they were.

Suffice to say he still had a goofy little grin on his face the whole time. It's maybe why it was harder to pay attention to time and to make it back for dinner as they promised. Sam called Dean to let him know he planned to stay the night and needed to call rain check on dinner for tomorrow night. He was really sorry too. Wanted Dean to tell Mom and Dad that.

Things don't continue as smoothly as that though because he learns she is a demon over the next couple of days and reacts as if she betrayed him. He doesn't want to speak to her, doesn't want to see her, doesn't want to be even the same room as her. At least to begin with. Something Castiel says to him really strikes a cord with him though. She didn't do anything wrong, least of all anything he didn't participate in too. It didn't make her evil. And that starts to sway his opinion back to something remotely level. With space and time, he knows what he has to do.

The apartment is easy to find on his own, but he works himself up to knock on the door. The words he wants to say are all scrambled but he pushes any thought to turn around away. "I just came to say... that I'm sorry. I should have let you tell me your side of things. You're not how I imagined a demon would be." They're almost the same words he used the first time he started to come around. It's visible in his eyes that he wonders the why and how though.

[peaceonearth]

They spend a couple of nights a week (at least) at the apartment. It's home as much as their room at the bunker is. It's a different side of them because this a piece of them that they keep all to themselves.

Ruby loves that goofy grin. She would do a lot of horrible and wonderful things for that goofy grin. That's why the next part hurts so much.

Yeah. Well, Dean gave her an ultimatum. She told Sam or he did. From the moment Sam had said he wanted to stay, Ruby knew she was going to have to tell him that she was a demon. She'd expected him to freak out, but that hadn't made it easier. Once she'd told him, she packs a small overnight bag with a few things she wants to keep with her. (things like her box with Sam's notes). Once in the apartment, Ruby doesn't leave. She watches rom coms and reads her books and tries not to think about whether or not Sam is going to be able to get over what she is this time.

The knock surprises her, but she pauses the movie (10 Things I Hate About You) she's watching and goes to answer the door. She knows before she answers the door that it's Sam and that he's still eighteen. She's wearing a pair of leggings, a flannel shirt, and socks as she swings the door open wide. "I'm not like other demons," she says then takes a step back, holding the door open if he wants to come in.

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It seems like more than a couple of nights a week, but the fact that they have a room back at the bunker has him guess that the time is spent evenly between the two. But between the two, the apartment strikes him more as his favorite. Ruby could have probably seen it from a mile away but when he had time to look around, he smiled at each and everything that made it just their space.

He doesn't need or want her to do horrible things to make him happy. It should have just been enough if she were herself. That's why owning his mistake is something he can come to terms with (although it did take the little bit of guidance from an angel).

He doesn't know what to expect when she answers the door. He does step back, however, so he can get a better look at her body language and to listen not just to her words but to what her tone tells him. Honestly, he does not expect to be invited in so he hesitates before he crosses the threshold and turn back to her. "Why is that?" That's one of the things that has been plaguing his mind this whole time.

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Okay, so sometimes it's three or four. They do split their time evenly because of Sam's (their) family. For a long time, it was just because of Dean, but that family has grown and it's important.

Ruby has always been genuinely herself even when herself was awkward socially or just plain weird by human standards. (She'll have to thank that angel somehow that doesn't include the words 'thank you' because words are hard. It'll probably involve food because that's a love language she understands).

Her body language is a bit guarded, a bit defensive. She's been hurt and that's obvious in her body language, but it's Sam so he's getting another chance. Even Rifle stays where he's at curled up on the couch, alert but not quite ready to forgive Sam yet. Ruby knows how the dog feels. She closes the door behind him and maintains a certain amount of distance from him for both of their sakes. She figures he probably still needs the space. "I don't know," she answers, arms crossed over her chest. "I'm a freakin' unicorn. I don't know why or how. I didn't do anything to turn out this way and I wasn't given special treatment in Hell, at least not the kind anyone wants. I'm just...different."

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Sam appreciates it too. Time spent together and time with their extended family is important. It seems like lately he is getting along better with his father because Itinere takes away a lot of the stresses that were at home.

(No thanks is necessary because all Castiel did was give his honest opinion. Maybe he couldn't argue with some food.)

Sam can see that she is upset, even a little bit guarded. To be fair, he is a little guarded too. He is a little bit extra cautious because what he says next matters and Ruby's language is a puzzle that his head hasn't let itself wrap around fully yet. He can't assume talking normally to her is the right answer, but what other way is there. With the space between them, he assumes that's what she wants and gives her it. Both of them are reading the signals wrong though. The last thing he wants is space from her. "I'm sorry," he says, pocketing his hands to keep them closer to himself. "I don't expect you to forgive me just because I say that. I really don't. I think... It just hurt when you couldn't tell me upfront. You maybe don't know how or why, but I want to know everything that makes you different. I'll listen."

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Dean has certainly noticed that Sam is getting along better with their father. Ruby just notices the easy, open way that he is with his family and she envies that in a way. She's only really able to be open and easy with Sam, though she's gotten better at it over time.

(She'll deliver food because it seems like something she ought to thank him for. He didn't have to give his opinion)

She recognizes his caution, but she doesn't understand (yet) that it's because he wants to say the right thing. She's not entirely sure (until he apologizes) whether he's here out of curiosity or to make things better. She doesn't want the space at all. Nothing about that has changed, but she doesn't want to let him hurt her more than he already has nor does she want him to be afraid of her or uncomfortable. They're definitely reading their signals wrong. "If I'd told you upfront you would have shot me. Or stabbed me or tried to exorcise me. You wouldn't have given me the time of day to get to know me." He's free to tell her if she's wrong, but she'd be surprised if she were. "I care. I don't want to see the world turned into another version of Hell. Killing people is just boring and hurting them..." she shakes her head. "Most humans are annoying and careless and obtuse, but they don't deserve to that."

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It is great, isn't it. A lot of pressure is off of his shoulders and things are more relaxed when John isn't enforcing a military lifestyle. Ruby just hasn't grown up with them or wanting to bond with a mother figure, with Mary if ever given the chance. She's family, though, and it will come in time.

(No, he didn't. But Castiel has lived long enough with the Winchester's to know that sometimes they can't sort their problems out themselves. They need help.)

She's right. None of what she says is technically wrong because he can't know have he would have reacted if she told him before he even knew her. If his resent actions are any indication, it would show that it wouldn't have gone well at all. For that, his eyes lower and head hangs for a few moments before his gaze comes up to gaze at her again with true blue eyes in the light. "I wouldn't go as far as to say hurt you, but you're right. I can't tell you it would have been any different. You're not anything like the lore." He wants so bad to tell her she's wrong, but he can't lie to her face either, not now, not ever.

"And I needed a minute to think," he explains. "I think I still do. All I ever thought demons wanted to do was hurt people for their entertainment or drag their souls to hell for nefarious reasons. All they were capable of was destruction. But that's not what you did every time I've come here. You're actually fun. You built a slide, you eat food even if you don't have to, you sleep." No, yes, he did catch her sleeping face at some point during one of his visits. "I should say that I can give you a chance now. But I mean only if you're willing to give me another chance first."

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It is great, though Ruby's experience with Sam and John has been pretty tense until just a couple of weeks before this Sam showed up (because of her). No, she hasn't, but she knows that Sam wants that and she encourages it with Mary especially any chance she gets. Ruby doesn't want to be the reason Sam doesn't get everything he deserves and wants from life in Itinere.

(Isn't that the truth. That's something they can bond over with a bottle of Lucy's Monster Drunk)

She didn't point it out to make him feel guilty or worse. She simply wanted him to know why she didn't tell him up front. Ruby loves Sam's mood-ring eyes and she knows what that true blue color means. "I'm just going to get a shirt that says Freakin' Unicorn on it and wear it," she jokes in response to his observation that she's not like the lore. "And you're not like all the other hunters I've met," she tells him. It's better that he doesn't lie. She'd see through the lie and this conversation would not continue.

"That's why I came here. You needed to think and I needed to be forced to give you space. If you haven't noticed, that's one thing I'm not good at." Giving him space, she means. She considers his words. "Most of them do like hurting people and the reason souls get dragged to Hell is to power it. They're like duracells for the place. Of course, if a demon doesn't meet his or her monthly quota, there are consequences." She's unable to keep from smiling at him a little. "The slide was fun. Fries are enough reason alone to keep this place up and running and yeah. I don't need as much sleep as you do, but I have to recharge every now and then." Sleep makes a person (or demon) vulnerable, but it's not something she minds in Itinere. In fact, sleeping with Sam is one of the joys of her life in Itinere. She melts a little more at him asking for another chance. She unfolds her arms and holds her hand out. If he takes it, she'll pull him into an embrace, wrapping her arms around him. "Oh, Puppy. Don't tell any other versions of you this, but I'll always give you another chance."

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Sammy was wearing rose colored glasses up until a day ago about why John was stand offish about Ruby. Though that was because he didn't want to see it. He can see everything a lot better now-- including, but not limited to Ruby sharing him and being amazing enough to let him try to talk things out. She didn't have to let him in after the jerk he was being.

Why wouldn't he feel guilty? Both of them had a part to play in this and he knows he could have controlled himself and handled it better. It makes sense why she couldn't tell him right away. That Ruby can joke at a time like this helps him feel a little better though. He grins wide. "Technically, you'd be like a Medusa. She was misunderstood too. There's only one of her." Blue eyes mean that he believes what he said and she isn't somebody he could lie to. "I'm not, um, I'm not technically a hunter yet," he reminds her. There is some hope he won't ever be if he doesn't have to but Itinere is so full of evidence to the contrary he tries not to think about it much.

"I didn't mean to make you leave," he offers apologetically. "I mean, I should have forced you to." When she shares what hell is like, he soaks up the information and his eyes give away a troubled sort of fascination. "Does that mean, like duracells, you get used up and discarded too. Is that why Hell needs more souls?" It feels him with a lingering sense of dread to think that's all there is to all the evil in the world and just so Hell can stay powered. He won't let himself ask or think about the things Ruby has done just yet. Her smile helps shift away his sense of dread, back to the fun they've had. "You really like fries," he huffs with a laugh. Other than the one time though he can't recall seeing her sleep, so he nods. "I don't think I've ever seen you sleep more than once." Is that a yes? Or is it a no. She has to spell it out for him because her actions sometimes befuddle him. For a minute, it seems time is frozen while she does nothing. Little does he know that he makes her melt for just asking for another chance. Sam does his best not to fidget, but he does shift his gaze down briefly before catching her hand held to him. Of course he takes it without thinking twice about it, bring his arms around her too. "What do you mean other versions? Won't I know when grow up to be them and remember this."

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No, she didn't, but she's been a jerk plenty of times in her life. Besides, she cares far too much about him to let this be over.

Humor is an excellent coping mechanism. She tilts her head at him. "There's more to her than turning people to stone and truly awesome hair?" He wouldn't be the person she loves if he could lie to her. She raises her brows and gives him a slight nod of acknowledgment. Not quite a hunter yet. Telling him about what she is was a big part of accepting that he might stay here in Itinere. It was something he had to know if he were to stay. Ruby can hide what she is for a little while, but she's unwilling to do it for an extended period of time.

She'll share more details about Hell with him. "Sort of," she hesitates, "human souls turn into demons and Hell doesn't run well on demons. It's like Monsters Inc." They'd watched it together. She's got no clue if he's seen it at this age, but she doesn't separate the versions of him very well so it's par for the course that she doesn't think about it. That's definitely not all there is to evil in the world, but it's the mundane of it. He shouldn't think about the things she's done. He's too young for that and while it's important to her that Her Sam knows the things she's done and loves her anyway, it's something that can come for this Sam later if necessary. "What's not to like? They're deep-fried crack." Yes, she does. Little does he know that his fries were the first she'd ever had. She doesn't mean to make him fidget and worry, but she has to be certain before she gives him hope.

He can't see the endearing smile that his words bring to her lips but she might be able to hear it in her voice. "Shhh don't ruin it by being logical," she chides him softly, teasingly. "I don't want you to get used to second chances."

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It seems like more than a coping mechanism. Her ability to make him feel comfortable by joking around, that is. He combs his hair back, scratching his head by his ear a little, because he needs a second to think how to appropriately put his reasoning into words. "Yeah. She wasn't the villain at the beginning. She was forced to, um, do something she didn't want to and was punished for it unfairly. Her life changed and her story was told only from the heroes perspective. No one asked her what she felt." He isn't wrong, is he? To think that sounds like Ruby.

Sam glances back at the chairs because maybe they should sit, but he stands and listens because she's worthy of his full attention. He blinks at her example. "Monster Inc?" He hasn't seen it at this age because it does not exist on the screens yet. Then he won't think about those things. He is all about collecting serial killer stats but less ready to actually meet one and talk about the things they've done. Right now, all he does know for sure is that her being a demon doesn't change the feelings that are tight in his chest. "What about other foods?" He genuinely wants to know what else she likes to eat and from day one it's been a puzzle he's tried to crack (no pun intended). If he knew it was her first food, and in fact, the first food they sort of shared together, it'd dawn on him why they were so special. The fact he does fidget at all is a sign that he wants to make amends.

He can't see or hear the smile she has, but the soft, teasing chide, he can hear. "I only need one," he speaks up for himself. He isn't aware of the irony of that statement.

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Well, she is more relaxed and vulnerable around him. She's funny when her defenses are down. She also knows him very well and how to set him at ease. She doesn't rush Sam, giving him a moment to think out his answer. "Most stories are told from the hero's perspective. Winners write the history. I'll have to see what I can find at the bookstore about her though." He isn't wrong. It does sound like her.

They probably should sit. They probably will eventually. "We'll watch it some time. you'll see what I mean," she assures him. Good, she doesn't much want to talk about the things she's done either. That's all she can ask for and all that she wants: for him to care about her regardless of what she is. She considers his question. "Pizza and milkshakes. Strawberries. Chocolate," she lists a few of them. She likes being a puzzle for him to figure out. He'll find out about the fries in time.

He's actually going to need at least two, but she doesn't mention that to him. It's not fair to hold what he will do against him. After a moment, she pulls back, keeping his hand in hers. "Come on," she says, tilting her head toward the couch. "Let's sit. You can tell what you've been doing."

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She is doing a good job in setting him at ease because he came while still tense and now it has all but faded away. Rushing him never has helped him think anyway. She knows him almost too well. "Well, maybe it shouldn't always be. There's something to learn from the other side too. That's what I want to hear, more of your side." Medusa and Ruby have more in common than even he knows. Still rather apologetically her looks at her with his puppy eyes.

Any time she wants to sit, he will follow. "We can make it sometime soon," he suggests a little too eagerly. To be fair it's the first time he's made a mistake this big and he thinks the only way to make up to her is a grand gesture of making things go back to normal as soon as possible. She has already proven to him that she is more than a demon. Those foods are basically everything he loves too. It feels like he falls in love with her all over again when she lists them and his lips form a goofy smile. "You're just listing everything we had the last few days." It may sound like an accusation, but it's not.

It's not three at least, because in baseball three strikes means he's out. He knows (and will know) he doesn't want to be the outs with her. He can only imagine it'd hurt as much as he hurt her. Her lead is easy to follow and sits on the couch after her, yes next to her, but having to flounder to the opposite side where Rifle doesn't purposely block him. He fidgets because a few days doesn't give him much to tell actually. "Why don't you start." He's much more interested in what she's been doing.

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It doesn't do either of them any good to be tense and closed off. She considers what to tell him of her side. "You've seen the knife under your pillow back in the bunker. It kills demons, doesn't hurt them. Doesn't send them back to Hell. Kills them. It took me decades of research to figure out that magic. I made it to give myself a fighting chance of being who I wanted to be." They do, though she probably won't share all of those things with him at this age.

She knows he's trying to make up to her and she will let him. Her smile is a little crooked. He did introduce her to all of those foods because they were his favorites. "Maybe we'll get things to make pizza later. There's stuff already here to make pancakes though." They often do breakfast when they stay over. She tilts her head a little. "Are you staying here tonight?" She shrugs at his 'accusation'. "And why do you think we had it the last few days? I'm a picky eater."

It's not three, but fortunately for Sam, Ruby doesn't know much about baseball. Rifle is a little protective of her. He'll relax with some time. She purses her lips, considering what to share with him. "I read a lot. Watched movies. Played tug of war with Rifle. Thought about hexing you," she smiles at that and shakes her head. "Im kidding about the last one."

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Sam blinks back his surprise. "No way, I thought that was more of a decorative piece than anything." She may recall when Sam gave it to back to her when he discovered it and that he did not actually test how sharp it was with his thumb. Good thing he didn't. "You really needed it to get out of Hell?" he guesses.

He is and he knows how lucky it is that she is letting him try. More than anything he wants this to be right and that means the food can't just be anything. "What else is there?" He glances over to the kitchen, leans a little to spy anything in the open. "I know how to make a poached omelette or a mug cake." It has to be more special than what they typically do and, if he were being honest, he was getting tired of pancakes every morning or lunch. His eyes turns back to her, butterflies in his stomach. "Do you want me to?" Is the better question because undeniably he wants to stay over every night. "I don't know. You grew up on a potato farm?" He may have not been paying that close attention at the time. Did he ever tell her face is like an angel's?

Sam is more of a soccer geek anyway. Baseball rules don't have to apply here. C'mon Rifle, Sam thought you were his bud. At least there's enough space on the other side of Ruby to be comfortable. The truth will set you free, right? Sam swallows because he believes that last part. "Glad you didn't. Maybe we can pick something you didn't watch. I can cook." He isn't done feeling like he owes her yet.

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It probably would have stung, though he doesn't have enough demon blood in him for it to be any more or less effective than another knife. "And to survive once I was out." He's not wrong. "I'm not exactly Hell High 2008 Most Popular."

"There's probably kale," she says with a smirk. "Most of the pantry basics. Milk, ice cream, Ramen. We can go look and run to the store for anything you need." There's probably not a lot out in the open, but if he looks in the cabinets the ingredients for both the omelet and the cake are probably there. She considers him, watching his body language and his expression. "Yes. I want you to stay." She rolls her eyes at him. "My father copied books and sold them," she tells him. "You introduced me to all those foods." He probably wouldn't think that if she showed him her black eyes, not right now. It's something he learns to find sexy about her.

He is Sam's bud, but he and Ruby have a lot in common. "Relax. I haven't hexed anyone in a long time. I'm not going to start with you," she assures him. She nods at his suggestion. "I'm sure I can find something for us to watch."

[weirddreams]

Sam would definitely not be aware that the blade could that to him in the present or future. A cut from the blade would probably heal slower, not that he would notice. "So a reunion is out of the question. Is this where you wanna be now that you're free?" Maybe he is asking her if she's settled here.

His confused look says it all. "What is kale anyway?" It's obviously not the first time he's heard before and every time he has it's almost as if directed to him even thought it might as well be foreign to him as sushi. "Do you have cake mix or pasta?" He can work with either. He has had lots of time over the last year years to experiment with mug recipes. His body language can't hide how happy he is to hear her say she wants him to stay, not from her. "Okay. I just needed to hear you say that." He leans closer to her, bumping shoulders. "He did? Isn't that. Is that legal?" Not that he's one to judge given his upbringing. Oops. Realizing that, he moves on. "You kinda introduced me to foods too." So they're even. He probably wouldn't think that if she showed him her black eyes, but one step at a time, right?

There is something that makes Rifle stand out compared to other dogs, that's for sure. Sam just can't place what it is. "S-sure. I believe you, just you sort of sound convincing," he admits. He relaxes now and leans back then forward on the couch. "Let's make something before we figure out what to watch."

[peaceonearth]

It's not something she'll mention now and she'll only mention it in the future if he's careless with it. Her eyebrows perk a little then she nods. "Yeah. Nobody wants to kill me here." She pauses. "Maybe Ann, but I can handle her." She's settled. It's a good life, even with the occasional weirdness.

That gets a short laugh from her. "Green. Like spinach. Sort of." She thinks about his question. "No cake mix, but there's flour, sugar and cocoa powder." Everything a person needs to make a cake. "There's a couple of different shapes of pasta and some jarred sauce in the pantry." He leans closer and she dips her head to press a kiss against the curve of his shoulder. His question gets another laugh out of her. "Sam, this was in the 15th century. Copying books was how they got printed and distributed. " She smiles at that idea. She likes that they introduce each other to things. One step at a time. They get there eventually.

It took them a little while to figure it out when they first found him. She nods and unravels herself, socked feet going to the floor as she stands up. "I'll let you be the chef. I'm just watching," she tells him as she makes her way into the kitchen, prepared to point out where the ingredients he wants are.

[weirddreams]

It really is more of a Dean thing to be over confident about handling weapons and cut himself. All Sam isn't ready for is a knife fight. Sam gives a relieved sigh when Ruby says no one is out to get her until she mentions the waitress he vaguely remembers only by poor customer service and name. "What's her issue? She's like you?" That's just his first guess. His second is that maybe she's hunter.

Her laughter gets more of a puzzled look. "Why do you have it in your fridge then? " He nods when she lists those ingredients. "I can work with that. But you have to tell me if you feel more like cake or pasta." One will take no time at all and the other will take some time as it has more steps. He's have to be blind to miss the kiss against his shoulder and she'd have to be deaf if she didn't hear his breathing come to a stand still then come out and in deeply. He turns an embarrassed shade of pink when she shares that piece of herself. "Oh. That was a-- I love history." He avoids saying a long time ago, but isn't sure he is successful with not making her feel old or thinking about it. He could smile all day as along as she smiled. Food is another one of the firsts they both shared with each other.

It would make since in the same way babies look like their fathers when they're first born so the father will see that and have no reason to deny the child. In Rifle's case, Sam theorized Rifle looked a little less like a hellhound to allow it to mature and blend with other canines to increase the chances of survival. Sam offers his hand to her when he stands. "Then as chef, I feel obligated not to let you down." He has no idea where the ingredients are but the expectation she put on him presents a challenge to find things on his own. He starts by looking in the largest cabinet where the flour and miscellaneous ingredients could be and grabbing things as he finds them.

[peaceonearth]

Yes, it is. Maybe that's why Dean has the Colt in his possession rather than Ruby's knife (also the knife is far more important and personal to Ruby, letting Sam keep it is an intimate sort of trust that she doesn't extend to Dean). Ruby scoffs and looks almost offended when Sam asks if Ann is like her. "She wishes," she rolls her eyes then gets a wicked sort of smile on her face. "I stole her guy," she sing-songs. Yes, Sam. She's talking about you.

"Because in about ten years, you're going to start loving kale and trying to talk everyone else into loving it too," she tells him, that laughter still in her voice. "You put it in smoothies with strawberries and bananas. "Pasta first. We can do cake later," she suggests. Besides, he's a growing boy who needs real food instead of just dessert. She's not deaf and she's already attuned to his breathing and heart patterns. It also tickles her that he reacts that way. She smirks at the way he muddles through that. "yes, Sam. I'm very, very, very old." Demons don't have the same ideas about age that humans do. Older demons are more powerful; they're to be respected and feared or at least treated with care.

She likes watching him and she likes the way he makes himself at home in her kitchen. She hops up on the counter and sits to watch him. She'll help if he asks, but otherwise, she's going to do what she does best when it comes to Sam: Stalk.

[weirddreams]

That could very well be the reason (or it might just be that regular Sam also feels a connection and sentiment to the blade that Dean doesn't have.) It is an offence hard to miss on her face and Sam ducks his head apologetically. He raises a brow and tilts his head because he misses the connection to himself. "Why would you do that?" No, it isn't hard for him to imagine that Ruby dated others. It is hard to imagine that Ann's guy means himself. As a matter of fact, he can't picture himself with anyone other than Ruby.

He wrinkles his nose, convinced and unconvinced. "I can only eat salad with dressing, what happened? I change that much?" He believes her but he believes more when she mentions strawberries and bananas too. Bananas are his favorite thing, don't you know. "Well, I believe in bananas and strawberries more. You got some of those in the fridge?" he asks. He'll take the pasta and a pot which he fills with water then and turn on the heat. Not sure pasta or cake counts as real food, but the more they talk the more he feels he should do both at the same time. Banana and strawberry cake would be good. His sweet tooth is still strong at this age. His heart is a tell tale sign that he's excited about cooking on his own for her because it beats just a little quicker when his attention settles on her while waiting for the water to come to a boil. "Can you tell me more about it?" Because he can't ask her how old she is to narrow down where fits in the 15th century.

If she would call looking through each and every drawer making himself at home then yes. He likes that they're almost back to normal but he still has something to prove. He won't ask her to point him to something unless he's absolutely stumped.

[peaceonearth]

Ruby hides nothing, including her facial expressions, well. She rolls her eyes at him. "Because it's you, Nerd. You went on a date with her before we dated because you were dumb and hung up about the whole demon thing," she tells him. She's the one who hasn't dated anyone else. Good. He shouldn't picture himself with anyone else.

"Your eating habits change," she admits. "Yep and I'll help you make a smoothie with those and kale if you want to try one." Banana and strawberry cake would be good. "When I was human?" she asks but continues after a hesitation. "The Black Plague was big. Burning witches was a Sunday afternoon family picnic event. Personal hygiene was at an all-time low and at sixteen, I was in danger of becoming an old maid because I wasn't married yet." She's not sure if any of that helps or not.

If he seems stumped, she'll give him little cues to the location of whatever he's looking for like a head tilt toward a cabinet or tapping a drawer with her hand or her heel.